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Oct. 14th, 2003 03:35 pmAh, yes, the weekend.
So Friday, I biked from Boston down to Providence and stayed with my brother. Since I couldn't get the day off from Harvard (although I did get it off from Longy) I took the red line from H. Sq. down to Braintree to save myself 10 miles. (Wimpy, I know.) The trip was fairly uneventful, although there were a few wrong turns. The first one was due to my total inability to navigate a place called Five Corners in Stoughton or somewhere around there, and I got on the wrong road south, but since it was still the right direction, it wasn't too far out of my way. The second navigational problem occurred because I assumed that a road that continued over a river and connected to roads on the other side was a bridge. Ha, ha, silly me. Also, full dark hit before I got into RI, so I got to navigate Providence in the dark, which was on my top-ten list of things not to do, but so it goes. I made it to my brother's dorm at around 8. I was let into the dorm by someone with whom I had the following conversation:
"Where are you coming from?"
"Oh, I biked here from Boston today."
"Wow, that's awesome!"
"Yeah, well, actually I took the subway down to Braintree and started from there."
"Oh, well then, whatever."
(me thinking: Beg pardon? Biking from Boston is impressive, but biking from Braintree isn't? Twit. Actually, I assume he just had not the faintest clue where Braintree was, and assumed from my statement that it was quite close, but still.)
Then I met up with my brother coming back from fencing practice, and we both had showers (he didn't have soap. How can you not have soap? We both had to borrow some from his roommate) and then went out for food at a Thai place that had bulgoki and sushi. (Yet it billed itself as Thai.)
Then my brother introduced me to Lords of Acid, and then he and his roommate went out to drink and play cards, and I hit the sack.
Total biking, 55 miles, total time biking time, 6 hours, including breaks. Like the Dunkin Donuts outside Providence with the little old lady who, I swear, talks exactly like Marlon Brando in the Godfather. (Not that I've ever seen the Godfather, but people imitate it often enough, you know, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" and all that.) Anyways, I swear, she was sitting there gravelling away to her friend exactly like that. Took everything I had not to stare at her.
Installment 2 will come after I actually do some work here.
So Friday, I biked from Boston down to Providence and stayed with my brother. Since I couldn't get the day off from Harvard (although I did get it off from Longy) I took the red line from H. Sq. down to Braintree to save myself 10 miles. (Wimpy, I know.) The trip was fairly uneventful, although there were a few wrong turns. The first one was due to my total inability to navigate a place called Five Corners in Stoughton or somewhere around there, and I got on the wrong road south, but since it was still the right direction, it wasn't too far out of my way. The second navigational problem occurred because I assumed that a road that continued over a river and connected to roads on the other side was a bridge. Ha, ha, silly me. Also, full dark hit before I got into RI, so I got to navigate Providence in the dark, which was on my top-ten list of things not to do, but so it goes. I made it to my brother's dorm at around 8. I was let into the dorm by someone with whom I had the following conversation:
"Where are you coming from?"
"Oh, I biked here from Boston today."
"Wow, that's awesome!"
"Yeah, well, actually I took the subway down to Braintree and started from there."
"Oh, well then, whatever."
(me thinking: Beg pardon? Biking from Boston is impressive, but biking from Braintree isn't? Twit. Actually, I assume he just had not the faintest clue where Braintree was, and assumed from my statement that it was quite close, but still.)
Then I met up with my brother coming back from fencing practice, and we both had showers (he didn't have soap. How can you not have soap? We both had to borrow some from his roommate) and then went out for food at a Thai place that had bulgoki and sushi. (Yet it billed itself as Thai.)
Then my brother introduced me to Lords of Acid, and then he and his roommate went out to drink and play cards, and I hit the sack.
Total biking, 55 miles, total time biking time, 6 hours, including breaks. Like the Dunkin Donuts outside Providence with the little old lady who, I swear, talks exactly like Marlon Brando in the Godfather. (Not that I've ever seen the Godfather, but people imitate it often enough, you know, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" and all that.) Anyways, I swear, she was sitting there gravelling away to her friend exactly like that. Took everything I had not to stare at her.
Installment 2 will come after I actually do some work here.
